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Monday, June 15, 2015

Let Me Sing Of What I Know

By William Allingham

A wild west Coast, a little Town,
Where little Folk go up and down,
Tides flow and winds blow:
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Posted by Bill Roberts at 3:07 PM No comments:
Labels: Irish, William Allingham
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